Help From Beyond The Grave

Disclaimer: - I own Angel but I don't own anyone else, so be nice, no sue.

(a/n This is a rather weird fic god only knows what possessed me to right it. This is about a rather powerful and rather ignored goddess called Angel. You she's not that happy, with Tortall, Corus people have forgotten about her, and no Goddess likes to be forgotten. Now do they? So she wants her revenge on Tortall she gets the disguise but whom does she get to help her? And where from?)

Angel sighed, she was getting really bored nobody had called on her for help for like 5, 6 centuries, and even God's get bored.

"Mithros this is all your fault." She raged, she'd been angry with the sun- God for quite sometime. You see it all started when he dumped her for a younger model so to speak. I mean Mithros and Angel must have been going out for about 25 centuries, then he dumped her for that slag the Great Mother Goddess (GMG). Mithros had promised Angel that job. So she could rule beside him. (Angel is a tiny bit power hungry in case you hadn't noticed.)

Of course when he dumped her he gave the slag the job. So Angel dealt with the fact that she couldn't be that all- powerful-Goddess. She settled for still all powerful but nobody knew how strong she really was not even Mithros, or he might not have dumped her.

I'll be straight with you. Angel is more powerful then Mithros and GMG combined. Why didn't she do anything about Mithros then? I hear you asking, well the truth is Angel doesn't know she's that powerful either. I mean sure she'd killed a few people, (no-one important really,) but that doesn't make you all-powerful, being able to destroy the world, that makes you all- powerful.

Angel could destroy the world; with a click of her fingers she just didn't know it yet. Probably a good thing, or we'd all wake up dead tomorrow. So anyway back to the story, she became the Goddess of life, and you'd think that you'd get a lot of people worshiping you. Wrong, they all worship GMG and of course she doesn't tell them that their worshiping the wrong Goddess does she? No.

"Think your better than me do you? I'll show Mithros just you wait just you wait." Angel got up and disappeared. Where was she going? You'll find out in good time.

Meanwhile in the lands of the dead.

Joren was getting bored. Again. There's only so many 'accidents' you can pull off in the mortal realms without the God's suspecting something was up.

He decided to go for a walk around the black God's realm. Of course he'd done that about seventy times since he'd died. Fun. But as he walked around he noticed something different, instead of the usual black blackness there was a very bright light coming from one person who looked like she was having ago at the black God. She had white hair a lot like Joren's own, she was wearing white and she had very white skin. She looked a bit like an albino.

Suddenly she whirled to look at Joren. Joren noticed that she also had ice blue eyes. A lot like Joren's. He was beginning to wonder whether they were related when she pointed at him and said.

"Joren! Come here." It was an order and Joren decided to do what he was told for once. He walked over. "See the boy's learnt his lesson, please Blacky just let me borrow him for a while." Joren raised an eyebrow, Blacky?

After a while more of pleading the Black God finally nodded reluctantly. "Don't worry Blacky I won't tell Mithros. It's out little secret." She whispered. Then she grabbed Joren by the shoulders. They both disappeared.

(a/n What you think?)